Beth, I hear you ballin but I can't get in the door,You changed the locks again, you miserable farking whore.I'll wait a few more hours for the guy that you just blewAnd I swear I'll tell him all about the coont you turned into.The coont you turned intoooooooooo.

Burn_The_Plows:I haven't heard of the majority of those songs, but the list fails w/o "Big Legged Emma". And don't forget Kenny's whores "Lucille" and "Ruby". Cheating on your war wounded husband is pretty low.

Thank you. Basically, "Ruby, Don't Take Your Love To Town" was a crippled guy asking his wife to not be a whore. In fact, that should have been the name of the song... "Ruby, Don't Be A Whore". And there could have been a response record called "Ruby's Got To Be A Whore".

If I thought I could get away with it I would punch Jennifer Lopez in the face. I come across some asshole at least once a month who thinks it is HILARIOUS to call me "Jenny from the block". Or tell me that they're not fooled by the rocks that I've got.At the height of that song's popularity I heard it multiple times a week.

Although I do own a t-shirt that says 867-5309. It's surprising how many people genuinely miss the reference. That's usually a shirt I wear at home only.

Eustacia Vye:In my experience as an Angie, I usually get the Rolling Stones version sung to me upon a first meeting. There have been a few times where guys have tried out Helen Reddy's Angie Baby on me, which is creepy. Because even tho I am a special lady, I don't live in a world of make believe.

Yup, same here. Between "Angie" and "Angie Baby", 1973 was a fun year. It also didn't help that I was a shy loner, and carried around a small transistor radio.

My best friend's name is Johnny and we love to sing at him all the different Johnny songs because it drives him crazy....there's the classics: Johnny Angel, Johnny B. Goode, Shooting Star (bad company), Johnny (Neil Young)...etc. There's a ton and we're always coming across new ones. Then there's all the songs that we've butchered to include his name (My Johnny lies over the ocean, for example) and then there's my personal favorites: "Degenerated" from the movie Airheads, and "Not Now John" by Pink Floyd...

In my experience as an Angie, I usually get the Rolling Stones version sung to me upon a first meeting. There have been a few times where guys have tried out Helen Reddy's Angie Baby on me, which is creepy. Because even tho I am a special lady, I don't live in a world of make believe.

I'm old enough to have been in junior high when Mandy came out and IIRC people weren't all that freaked out about it then - nobody knew him, it was his first hit and the cool kids hadn't yet deemed Barry Manilow forever uncool. Then a short time later, KISS came out with "Beth" which is equally as wimpy a song, piano ballad with strings and all, but they mostly got a pass. Maybe Barry should have worn clown makeup and kitty whiskers and platform shoes. Maybe he does, I haven't seen him in a while. And no, computer, I'm not going to add "Manilow" to spell check.